[Father, you're acting quite grouchy right now.]

[He's memorizing the description his father was giving him when he takes out the picture. Hal feels... odd. Touched, yes, to finally see the face of his mother; but also lonely. She had left them. Breathless:] She's beautiful. [Looking at the picture carefully now, trying to see if any memories resurface, but no such luck.] Is she an albino?

[He inhales, trying to calm himself down, and cracks half a smile.]Huh. Maybe that's the reason I'm getting grey at this age.